“Not all he got satisfied,” Carly muttered, earning a sharp side-eye from Mia. “Nice to see you’re allowed to have sex and I’m not.”
“Carly Ann, you’re being disrespectful. We have a guest.”
Even I had to laugh at that. “Yes, I’m company. I expected a spot of tea and look what I got.” I gestured to the messy floor.
Neither of them seemed amused.
I took another sausage link and bit in. Delicious. “So who do you want to screw?” I smiled when Mia turned her death glare my way. “Just making conversation.”
“You really don’t want to know.”
“Oh yes, I do. Especially now that you’re so sure I don’t.”
Carly clamped her arms over her egg-smeared chest and cocked a hip in a gesture identical to Mia’s current stance. “Giovanni. I don’t want to screw him, necessarily. I just want a chance to get to know him without your freaking girlfriend snarling an
d slobbering all over him.”
“Giovanni,” I said. “You can’t mean—”
“It’s him, Fox.” Mia looked like she was ready to club her sister with the nearest object. In this case, the industrial-sized box of pumpkin bread mix that appeared to have been gnawed open by giant rats. “She’s got the hots for the guy who did that to your eye.” Marching forward, she grabbed me by the head and dragged me toward her sister, skirting the lump of dog on the way. “Look at his eye, Carly. The poor man’s practically blind because of that Neanderthal and you want to have sex with him?”
Carly shrank away as if Mia had presented her with a bloody carcass. “Owie. I’m sorry, Fox.”
“Thanks.” I twisted out of Mia’s hold. “Cool the show and tell, Dr. Science.”
“I don’t see how you can be mad at me when I’m only going out with him to help you and your boyfriend out. He never would’ve agreed to fight you otherwise.”
“Carly, can it.”
“You had us both dress up like freaking hookers and now you’re acting all high and mighty just because he might like me and I might like him. Frigging hypocrite.”
I swallowed the last of my sausage and propped a hip on the table. The support would probably come in handy. Or I could always slam it against the wall. “You dressed like hookers, huh? Tell me more.”
“It’s nothing.” Mia developed a sudden fascination with her nails. “I knew he’d need persuading since he wasn’t answering my calls so we—”
“Persuaded him?” I interrupted pleasantly, cracking my knuckles. “What exactly did that entail? Be specific.”
“She had us get dressed up in titty tops and short skirts.”
For a second I had no voice. Literally none. “Titty tops?”
Mia cursed under her breath. “Don’t be stupid. It wasn’t anything. I didn’t touch him and he didn’t touch me.”
“I have a picture!” Mia made a grab for Carly but she was too fast. Carly tapped buttons on her phone and tossed it to me just as Mia snatched her arms. “Look, Fox. See?”
Oh, I saw. Mia looked luscious in a low-cut shirt—titty top seemed like an accurate description—and a skirt that barely covered what I’d had my mouth on last night. And again this morning when she’d woken to find me between her legs.
Lifting a brow, I opened Carly’s email program and attached the picture, sending a copy to myself before returning her cell. “So you dress up for him in a way you wouldn’t for me. Correct?”
Mia pushed her hands through her sexy bedhead hair. “I did it for you, you jackass.”
“Is that so?” I didn’t know if I believed that, not with her need for money and notoriety on the line. But part of me ached to believe. A very large part.
Not the one beneath my waist either. I’d call that medium-large, with occasional reaches for greatness.
“It’s so.”
I stepped forward and grabbed her waist, pulling her close. “For the record, I prefer you without clothes.” I bit her earlobe. “And that part of you is all mine.”